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((Um, Tabitha, if that's your sample post that was required, I believe you were supposed to PM it to Tomachi with your character's biography and statistics. sweatdrop ))

A sigh escaped Roy's lips as he ran a hand through his dark hair. "I don't know if I'll have the time. You know how busy I can get." Roy bent down to pick up the puppy, who had earlier been enjoying the attention that Riza had been giving it. Scratching the dog lightly behind it's ears, he was suddenly struck by a though. "Hmm... Hawkeye, why did you come out here, in the first place? You apparently to have something important to tell me." The puppy wriggled in Roy's arms, trying to make itself comfortable. Noticing this, Roy adjusted his hold on the dog, supporting it's bottom while holding it against his right shoulder. It began to nibble on the golden cord on his uniform, but if Roy noticed, he didn't say.

Riza reached over to Roy's shoulder and gently pulled the golden cord out of the puppy's jaws before dropping her hand. "Ah, yes, I almost forgot. The Furher sent paperwork directly to you. He'd like you to sign it immidiately."

Riza arrived not long after and sat at her desk once again.

The soldier waited for Roy to finish and sign the papers.

Roy set his pen down, finally done with the papers that the Fuhrer had sent him. Gathering the papers together, he handed them over to the soldier, who promptly thanked him, saluted, and left. Leaning back in his chair, Roy looked around the room, his gaze falling to the area under his desk. The puppy was pawing at his boots, not liking how Roy had ignored it as he signed the papers. Roy reached down, picking the small dog up and sat it upon his lap. Happy with the attention, the puppy lay content on Roy, laying it's head down as if to take a short nap.

((Hello everyone I will start posting tomorrow, but because I have a custom character I wanted to post the quick bio I sent in with my request to join so you all knew a little about my character right off the bat:

Gaia Name: UltimateJagger

Character Name: James Spade (Spectrum)

Age: 24

Appearance: Medium Height and Build. Tends to dress in formal fashion. He is the sort of person you look past without a second thought. He has very light blond hair that is almost borderline white. His most distinctive trait is an automail eye with a white transmutation circle on it.
Sex: Male

Biography: James Spade's profile at Central will tell you that he died investigating "Forbidden Alchemy" for the military. In reality James was secretly looking into the myths surrounding the Philosopher's Stone, but as he learned more and more he began to fear the stone and those who would wish to posses it. He began to suspect he was being used by some unseen force to find the stone and immediately fled from his research and the military. Not wanting to show their interest in the stone quite yet James was reported dead, but a secret bounty remains placed on his head known only by choice State Alchemists.

The birth of Spectrum followed James' death. He was severely wounded by a gunshot to the face by the very State Alchemists hired to hunt him down. Although he managed to kill them, he passed out and very nearly died.

Saved by a master automail crafter and now calling himself Spectrum, he began a new life. He had seen Alchemy destroy so much that he decided to punish those who would profane the mystic art. He has honed his own Alchemical skills to the degree of perfection and now hunts in an effort to repair the damage that "corrupted alchemy" has done to the world.

Alchemy/Powers: He has the very unique ability to transmute light and sound. He can create shadows and convert the light into powerful and burning beams. He is also able to create powerful focused sound burst capable of smashing stone.

Above all he is never without a transmutation circle, because his automail eye is actually capable of projecting a perfect transmutation circle onto the ground. A side effect of this is that this method only works when using his "Spectral Alchemy" due to the circle's design specifically to advance that type of power.

Any additional Information: In many ways he is like Scar, but slightly more just and predictable. He does not favor the military out of fear of what they will do when they learn who he is and he is difficult to get close to. That said he stands for justice above all and would be more than willing to put everything on the line for those he cares for. The other side of that coin is he is willing to brutally kill those who abuse alchemy and it's principals.

Ok looking forward to joining.))

"It does seem so, doesn't it?" Roy gently pet the small puppy on it's head as it relaxed on his lap. "Maybe I will keep him, perhaps." Taking care of a dog couldn't be that hard, could it? Turning his gaze back to his desk, he couldn't hide his groan of frustration as he took note of how much paper work he still had to do. "Damn it, Fullmetal... Why do you have to cause so much destruction wherever you go?" asked Roy to no one in particular. Noticing that Riza was still there, and would probably want him to finish his work as soon as possible, he carefully scooted his seat closer to the desk to get to work. Picking up his pen, he started on the massive pile of papers, getting straight to work.

He'd finish his work early so he could spend more time playing with his new puppy.

((In my first post I'd said that Roy was done... but no matter... you know how paperwork is... randomly appearing out of nowhere these days... sweatdrop ))

Riza shook her head. If he'd done it eariler... She cracked the pages of her novel, found the last page she was on, and began to read once again. Time had gone by surprisingly fast when she checked the clock; it'd been at least two hours.

"Done!" said Roy, allowing himself to lean back in his chair to stretch his muscles. The puppy, still nameless, squirmed in his lap at the sudden movement, waking up and looking dazed for a moment. Shaking it's head free of sleep, it stretched and yawned on Roy's lap, and looked up at him expectantly. Giving in, Roy scratched the pup behind it's ears, and looked around his office. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow on everything that it touched, making the sky look like it was on fire. Carefully putting the puppy on the floor, Roy got up from his seat, pushing his chair in towards his desk as he turned towards Hawkeye. "First Lieutenant Hawkeye, I'll be taking my leave now. Have a good evening."